Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.

There is no love that is not an echo.

Today self-consciousness no longer means anything but reflection on the ego as embarrassment, as realization of impotence: knowing that one is nothing.

The first and only principle of sexual ethics: the accuser is always in the wrong.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

Advice to intellectuals: let no-one represent you.

Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.

The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.

Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

An emancipated society, on the other hand, would not be a unitary state, but the realization of universality in the reconciliation of differences.

He who matures early lives in anticipation.

Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

Intelligence is a moral category.

The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

The most powerful person is he who is able to do least himself and burden others most with the things for which he lends his name and pockets the credit.

He who has loved and who betrays love does harm not only to the image of the past, but to the past itself.

None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

The poor are prevented from thinking by the discipline of others, the rich by their own.

No emancipation without that of society.

He who integrates is lost.

In the age of the individual's liquidation, the question of individuality must be raised anew.

No harm comes to man from outside alone: dumbness is the objective spirit.

He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest.

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.

The whole is the false.

Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.

A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.